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Jesus Is Worth the Wait

Psalm 130:5 – I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in His word I put my hope.

Before a single light twinkled on the tree, Jeannine set a small wooden manger on the coffee table. Nothing inside it but straw.

Her four little ones tore through the house, loud and curious.

“Where’s Mary?”
“Where’s Joseph?”
“Where are the animals?”

Jeannine just smiled and told them everyone was still on their way.

She wanted her children to feel the story, not just hear it. So she tucked the nativity pieces all around the house—behind books, under dish towels, perched on windowsills—each one waiting for its turn to move.

Every day, the figures inched closer to the stable. The kids checked on them like detectives, noting even the tiniest shift.

Before long, the slow journey became more than a game. It became a way for the whole family to enter the story—step by quiet step—feeling the waiting and the longing that God’s people carried for generations before the Messiah arrived. Every movement built anticipation. Every pause whispered that some promises unfold slowly.

Scripture describes waiting on God in the same way: not as passive or powerless, but as hope with its eyes wide open.

“I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in His word I put my hope.” — Psalm 130:5

Waiting isn’t losing time. It is trusting that the God who promised is still at work, even when we can’t see movement.

On Christmas Eve, after the children finally drifted off to sleep, Jeannine placed the tiny baby in the manger. She rested her hand on the roof of the little stable and let the weight of that moment settle in.

And on Christmas morning? The kids flew right past the presents and ran straight to the manger. Their joy was bright and unmistakable. There He was. And somehow the waiting made His arrival feel even sweeter.

Every year since, Jeannine still sets up that slow-moving nativity. There’s something about those “we’re almost there” days that has changed them. The journey is no longer frustrating—confident hope is stitched into their hearts as they wait.

So how about you? Is there any area of your life where you feel like you are still waiting for God to move? The waiting is not wasted. Like Jeannine and her kids discovered, Jesus always arrives right on time—just as He promises.

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

Where in your life right now do you feel like you’re waiting on God?
How might you shift your waiting from frustration to hopeful expectation?
What promise from Scripture can you hold onto in this season?

December 1, 2025/by Tammi Arender

Listen to the Bells of Hope

Daily Devotional, Heart of the Artist, Stories About Songs

Psalms 31:7-8 — I will be glad and rejoice in your unfailing love, for you have seen my troubles, and you care about the anguish of my soul. You have not handed me over to my enemies but have set me in a safe place.

The fire consumed everything. His wife’s screams still haunted Henry’s mind. That was two years ago, but grief has no calendar. Sitting in his study on Christmas morning, Henry’s world still felt like ash.

War raged across the nation, and his eldest son, Charles, was recovering from a near-fatal bullet wound. The bells outside chimed peace on earth, goodwill to men, but they only deepened his bitterness. How could those words ring true in a world like this?

Yet the bells refused to stop. They tolled relentlessly, refusing to be ignored. Listening, he felt it—a faint, rebellious hope.

That morning, he took up a pen—not because he had answers, but because he had to confront the questions. As he wrote, the words to the now famous carol “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Morning” came slowly, painfully:

“Then rang the bells more loud and deep:

‘God is not dead, nor doth He sleep.’”

This Christmastime, may those same bells find you too. When grief feels endless and joy feels far away, listen. Hope has a sound—it’s faint at first, but it grows stronger the longer you lean in.

The psalmist once wrote, “I will be glad and rejoice in Your unfailing love, for You have seen my troubles, and You care about the anguish of my soul.”

Maybe that’s what Henry heard that morning—the reminder that God had seen it all. And maybe this Christmas, it’s time for us to believe it again. To let hope keep ringing, not because the pain has ended, but because it hasn’t taken us under.

Because even now, hope will not let us go.

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

How can you recognize God’s care in moments of grief or hardship?
In what ways can hope grow even when circumstances feel overwhelming?
How might you share encouragement with someone facing a difficult season, inspired by Henry’s story?

Heard The Bells On Christmas

I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play
And mild and sweet their songs repeat
Of peace on Earth, good will to men

And the bells are ringing (peace on Earth)
Like a choir they’re singing (peace on Earth)
In my heart I hear them (peace on Earth)
Peace on Earth, good will to men

And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peace on Earth, ” I said
For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on Earth, good will to men

But the bells are ringing (peace on Earth)
Like a choir singing (peace on Earth)
Does anybody hear them? (Peace on Earth)
Peace on Earth, good will to men

Then rang the bells more loud and deep
God is not dead, nor doth He sleep
(Peace on Earth)
(Peace on Earth)
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on Earth, good will to men

Then ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on Earth, good will to men

And the bells, they’re ringing (peace on Earth)
Like a choir they’re singing (peace on Earth)
And with our hearts, we’ll hear them (peace on Earth)
Peace on Earth, good will to men

Do you hear the bells, they’re ringing? (Peace on Earth)
The light, the angels singing (peace on Earth)
Open up your heart and hear them (peace on Earth)
Peace on Earth, good will to men

Peace on Earth
Peace on Earth
Peace on Earth, good will to men

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November 30, 2025/by David Hall

Love and a Cup of Cocoa

Brenda Price, Daily Devotional

Romans 12:13 — When God’s people are in need, be ready to help them. Always be eager to practice hospitality.

We just love our teachers. Don’t you. They work so hard. They are so awesome. I say that often—but sometimes, I meet someone who reminds me exactly why I mean it.

There is a teacher I know who started noticing one of her sixth graders lingering in the hallway after school. Every day, she would see him there—quiet, backpack hanging off one shoulder, tracing circles on the tile with his shoe while the building emptied.

At first, she figured he was just killing time. But then she learned his mother worked late, leaving him with nowhere to go, no snacks, and no one to help with homework.

It would have been easy to send him to the office or tell him to wait outside. But she did something small that turned out to be extraordinary. She opened her classroom, made a mug of hot cocoa from her own kitchen, and invited him in. They sat side by side, working through math problems that once felt impossible to him.

Soon, the word spread.

Two kids became five. Five became a dozen. Parents started dropping off snacks. Local businesses sent supplies. And the laughter of children began spilling out into the hallway where silence used to be.

That empty room transformed into a safe place for students to learn, belong, and feel loved. They called it the Homework and Hot Chocolate Club.

I watched that story unfold and thought, “This is what love looks like in motion. It is not grand or complicated. It starts with a single open door, and a simple ‘you can hang out here.’”

It reminds me of the verse in Romans 12, “When God’s people are in need, be ready to help them. Always be eager to practice hospitality.”

That’s exactly what this teacher did. She didn’t wait for a program or a plan. She just opened her hands to what God placed right in front of her.

And it leaves me asking myself—what if the simplest way to show love is to offer what is already in our hands, trusting God to turn a cup of cocoa into someone else’s miracle?

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

How can you show hospitality or care in small, practical ways this week?
Are there people in your community who may need a safe space or simple encouragement that you could provide?
How does this story challenge your understanding of what it means to “practice hospitality” in everyday life?

November 29, 2025/by Brenda Price